He’s No Lileks
May 6th, 2003 - 10:47 pm
You know you’re deep into writing a book proposal when food and sleep seem like unnecessary luxuries, you’re filled with uncharacteristic self-doubt, you’ve developed a keyboard hunchback even more pronounced than usual, you pass the Million Visitor Benchmark without noticing, and — most shocking of all — you’re down to less than one InstaPundit visit each day.
On the other hand, research for the book involved inventing a pasta sauce made from heavy cream, parmesan, mozzarella, and some secret herbs and spices. Wisk it constantly over high heat, and it becomes
You’ve been busy. Did you know that somehow the final ep dialog found its way to the internet?
If it’s fanfic, it’s good. If it’s the real deal (and quite a few think it is), I’ve been crying for a few weeks now.
And Fray is holding the scythe on the cover of #6.
My husband didn’t like the lust scenes. Wanted fight, fight, fight.
It’s coming and it’s a doozy.
I think I gained weight just reading about that pasta sauce. Yum. Are you going to recommend that bachelors lie about calorie content so that women will eat what they cook?
You can’t piss me off. Go ahead, try.
I knew that if I kept reading this blog it would have some socially redeeming ingredients
Yes, adding cheese to the sause and stirring over highish heat is essential; my fiancee likes to add a splash of red wine too. I’ll have to inform her to add some cream next time, thanks.
And I thank the stars that Buffy is popular enough world-wide that News Corp. airs new episodes everywhere on the same day. We have broadband at our house, but no TV, but folks in Europe have had the last few Buffy’s encoded digitally and on the Net by noon Mountain Standard, which is before it airs in the US.
Sweet, sweet bandwidth.
Sign me up for a copy when it’s published! I’m looking forward to it!